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All in The Dark Side Of Justice
How far should one go to ‘hack’ their brain in order to ‘cure’ it?
I blow away the dust, peek through a hole in the wooden floor, and whisper my thoughts towards her layer:
‘But Roelofs, I know that person doesn’t want to save you.’
I cried because I just wanted the pain to stop and for people to ask for forgiveness and to seek redemption and to stop hurting each other.
There’s one question I want to ask Alex, before I give the green light to publish the news. Just one question.
Sometimes I wonder if there are two you and me’s. The one we so long for and the one we can’t see.
I'm not even a person or name anymore. I'm turned into an adjective, performing as a noun. As far as identifying the noun is possible in this sentence, I can say it's something with a hole.
I am infinite and ending. I am nothing and everything.